Amsterdam

we’ll settle for the evening
along the rented banks
of the river and watch
the rubble float past -
you’ll drink moscato too fast
and I’ll pretend to enjoy
the breeze and the dram
of scotch half as old as me -
the night will bleed
into the sky and we’ll leave
back home - to the flat
rented by people much more
interesting than the two of us.

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